Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

Hydra lingered on some rocky outcrop up above; she sniffed at brambles that had snared tufts of fur from deerhide and licked her chops. A hunt was due soon, and so she had begun her work to track the herd that had entered her domain and their progression. Hydra paused for a moment to investigate her surroundings; from her vantage point, she caught sight of black against stone and snow. 

She remembered the days such a climb had not been easy for him. She remembered him following her lead, or Dirge's, or her sisters, when he had been very small—the way he sought to keep up with them, and his struggle to do so when he was not yet able to navigate these routes as he did now. The sheen of pride in the gleam of her eyes was there and gone in a blink before she invited him to join her with a low, crooning howl.